If you wake tomorrow morn

If you wake tomorrow morn

To frost covered limb

Take care where you step

Be wary of whim

For the chill made brittle

What once was warm

Shut off from light

Anticipating the storm

Footfalls leave proof

Of your reckless ways

Compressed by the weight

Signifying your lack of praise

And when light shines

Upon the damage done

Tracks turn to mist

Rising toward the sun

Yet the pain persists

Though no proof remains

Of a life once loved

And a love wrought with pains